The wind blew the rocks and made strange noises.

"The Lion God King..."

After a long period of silence, the endless sea finally returned to its calm, and only the loud roar of the dragon entering the clouds echoed:

"I can't wait too long! My clan can't wait too long..."

call!

The storm subsided, and the Great Sun Golden Palace also returned to peace. The disciples and elders either breathed a sigh of relief or were in a serious state.

The name of the Lion God King is not only feared by the Dragon Kings, but they also don’t want to hear this name...

"It's a turbulent time!"

Taoist Lieyang stopped for a long time before turning around:

"Senior Brother Chiyang, where are you going?"

"Well……"

In a corner of shadow, the old Taoist who was walking out carefully stiffened and then responded with a smile:

"Haha, my senior brother is naturally going to fish... Haha, nothing, nothing..."

"Senior Brother, are you really not afraid that the Dragon King of the Sea will fight you to the death?"

The Taoist Lieyang was finally helpless:

"How many dragon sons and grandsons have you eaten in the Hanhai lineage over the years? I'm afraid you can't remember it yourself, right?"

“Really fishing!”

Taoist Chiyang touched his nose.

"For your disciple?"

Taoist Lieyang sighed:

"The fate of disasters is born together, and it is hard to see clearly whether it is disasters or luck. Although your disciple has luck, he always feels something is wrong..."

"What's wrong?!"

The Taoist Chiyang was immediately displeased:

"My disciple has the best choice for his character and demeanor. If there is really someone who responds to the disaster in this world, it must be him!"

"The closer the disaster, the more sneaky you are. It's hard to say that your disciple..."

The Taoist Lieyang has been interrupted before he finished speaking.

"My disciple is not a Taoist ghost!"

The Taoist Chiyang left with his sleeves.

"It's a turbulent time!"

Taoist Lieyang couldn't help but press his eyebrows. His eyes passed over Taoist Chiyang and fell in a courtyard somewhere at the mountain gate.

In the courtyard, a Taoist in white was sitting leaning against a tree, holding wine in one hand and book in the other.

"Devil boy, devil boy..."

Inside the book was the light of the Ten Thousand Immortals. Daoren Lu muttered a few times in his heart, always feeling a little familiar, but he didn't know where to be familiar.

He thought for a long time and had to press it temporarily, and turned to the old Taoist outside the yard:

"Is there any news?"

"I can do anything I can't do?"

The Taoist Chiyang coughed lightly, with a hint of a sense of pride:

"Many years ago, a sword light did fall into the endless sea. Later, someone pursued it and found that it was a mysterious realm that had never been included in the catalog of Ten Thousand Immortals!"

“Where?!”

Daoren Lu's eyes lit up and he turned over and fell to the ground.

"I told you, it's not impossible. But..."

The old Taoist Chiyang paused slightly and took out a Taoist fruit from his sleeve:

"You have to be promoted to the Tenth Capital first, otherwise, you will never allow me to go to the Endless Sea..."

"Thank you!"

After taking the fruit, Dao Ren Lu bowed and pulled the old Taoist to ask about the mysterious realm.

The old Taoist Chiyang was obviously quite helpful and took the opportunity to beat him up:

"The 99% of the world's fortune and mysterious realms are likely to contain ancient Taoist ghosts. Even if you achieve ten capitals, you must be careful..."

...

...

Mountains were thrown behind him, and Yang Yu was moving very fast, hiding out at night, hiding his energy and sneaking away, even if he left the Yuelong Mountains, he did not stop.

It was not until several months later that I stopped in a dense forest.

"here it is?"

The little toad stared at him, and the more he looked, the more familiar he became:

"Didn't you say you discovered some amazing luck? Why did you return to this Qianshan City?"

Yang Yu held his anger and raised his head to sneak:
Chapter completed!